Daily Archives: January 10, 2019

Unexpected responsibilities could interfere with plans to take a trip of some sort. Someone might need your help, and you may well have to put your own activities on hold for a while. This could be frustrating, Taurus. It only delays whatever you’re doing but doesn’t stop it. Take care of whatever you need to do and then continue with your plans. You will feel better if you do.: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.tfd.mobile.TfdSearch

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The Burning of the Clavie takes place in Burghead, a fishing village in the region of Moray, Scotland, on January 11. Local residents make the clavie by sawing a tar barrel in two, breaking the larger half into pieces and stuffing it inside the smaller half with tinder and tar. At dusk, the Clavie King sets the clavie on fire and leads a procession through town to a high headland along the coast, where the flames ignite a huge bonfire. At the end of the festivities, townsfolk gather pieces of the clavie to light a New Year fire, which is believed to keep witches and evil spirits away for a year. More…: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.tfd.mobile.TfdSearch

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Girolamo Francesco Maria Mazzola was an Italian Mannerist painter and etcher commonly known by his nickname Parmigianino, meaning “the little one from Parma.” His works possess remarkable grace and sensuality, and he is regarded as one of the period’s finest draftsmen. He was one of the first artists to practice etching, and through this medium his style became influential in Italy and beyond. One of his most curious works is a self portrait in which his image has been distorted by what? More…: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.tfd.mobile.TfdSearch

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This Day in History:Lawrence Textile Strike Begins in Massachusetts (1912)

The Lawrence Textile Strike was a strike of immigrant workers led by the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW), a revolutionary industrial union aimed at uniting all workers in an effort to promote socialism and overthrow capitalism. Of the 150 strikes conducted by the IWW, the Lawrence strike was one of the most notable, growing to more than 20,000 workers in one week and lasting more than two months. Were the strikers’ demands met, or did the companies proceed with planned wage reductions? More…: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.tfd.mobile.TfdSearch

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Disc dog, or Frisbee dog, is a sport that showcases speedy, high-flying dogs catching discs thrown by their human teammates. It got its start in the early 1970s, but its popularity was boosted in 1974, when 19-year-old college student Alex Stein ran onto the field during a nationally broadcast baseball game and began throwing discs to his dog, Ashley Whippet. The game was stopped, and the pair proceeded to entertain the crowd for how long before Stein was escorted off the field and arrested? More…: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.tfd.mobile.TfdSearch

He deals the cards as a meditationAnd those he plays never suspectHe doesn’t play for the money he winsHe don’t play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answerThe sacred geometry of chanceThe hidden law of a probable outcomeThe numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that’s not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamondsHe may lay the queen of spadesHe may conceal a king in his handWhile the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that’s not the shape of my heartThat’s not the shapeThe shape of my heart

If I told her that I loved youYou’d maybe think there’s something wrongI’m not a man of too many facesThe mask I wear is one

But those who speak know nothingAnd find out to their costLike those who curse their luck in too many placesAnd those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that’s not the shape of my heartThat’s not the shape of my heartThat’s not the shapeThe shape of my heart

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Hello darkness, my old friendI’ve come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone‘Neath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never shareAnd no one daredDisturb the sound of silence

“Fools, ” said I, “You do not knowSilence, like a cancer, growsHear my words that I might teach youTake my arms that I might reach you”But my words, like silent raindrops fellAnd echoed in the wells, of silence

And the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they madeAnd the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was formingAnd the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway wallsAnd tenement halls”And whispered in the sounds of silence

Around you have grownAnd accept it that soonYou’ll be drenched to the bone.If your time to youIs worth savin’Then you better start swimmin’Or you’ll sink like a stoneFor the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmenPlease heed the callDon’t stand in the doorwayDon’t block up the hallFor he that gets hurtWill be he who has stalledThere’s a battle outsideAnd it is ragin’.It’ll soon shake your windowsAnd rattle your wallsFor the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathersThroughout the landAnd don’t criticizeWhat you can’t understandYour sons and your daughtersAre beyond your commandYour old road isRapidly agin’.Please get out of the new oneIf you can’t lend your handFor the times they are a-changin’.